This is a song about "Reflection and refraction no curse words"

Move around and spread the curse.

Adabo to my haters

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

And when you niggas realize that we all can't be in your fuckin reflection

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

But do me a favor and do an inspection on your own reflection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,